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My lord and savior, Stuck in a world Fifty years too late And thousands of miles away. Salmon flesh stuck to his legs And his camouflage blent into his surroundings; It was only visible by the sewed-on patch that read, "Stop War." Hair held back tightly, Sitting across from me With a look of pure fascination, We were introduced. My gaze consistently found him, Eyes closed, picturing the words and only the words. Shoulders, chest, abdomen moving to the rhythm of Stressed and unstressed syllables, Snapping his fingers when his body contorted the most; He could have walked on water. With him standing on a chair screaming Ginsberg Like a pastor would The Bible, My heart skipped a beat And I found religion.
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Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC
Jesus of Haight-Ashbury
My lord and savior, Stuck in a world Fifty years too late And thousands of miles away. Salmon flesh stuck to his legs And his camouflage blent into his surroundings; It was only visible by the sewed-on patch that read, "Stop War." Hair held back tightly, Sitting across from me With a look of pure fascination, We were introduced. My gaze consistently found him, Eyes closed, picturing the words and only the words. Shoulders, chest, abdomen moving to the rhythm of Stressed and unstressed syllables, Snapping his fingers when his body contorted the most; He could have walked on water. With him standing on a chair screaming Ginsberg Like a pastor would The Bible, My heart skipped a beat And I found religion.
I fell in love with a poet for a weekend and this is my tale.
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Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC
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